d at myself。 Imagine getting all philosophical and sentimental5 about a mug of coffee。 I must be getting old。
And yet it was a young woman who stared back at me from the mirror。 A young woman full of promise and hope； a young woman with bright eyes and full lips just waiting to take on the world。 I never loved Mike anyway。 Besides there are more important things。 More important than love； I insist to myself firmly。 The lid goes back on the coffee just like closure on the whole Mike experience。
He doesn’t haunt my dreams as I feared that night。 Instead I am flying far across fields and woods； looking down on those below me。 Suddenly I fall to the ground and it is only when I wake up that I realize I was shot by a hunter； brought down by the burden of not the bullet； but the soul of the man who shot it。 I realize later； with some degree of understanding； that Mike was the hunter holding me down and I am the bird that longs to fly。 The next night my dream is similar to the previous nights； but without the hunter。 I fly free until I meet another bird who flies with me in perfect harmony。 I realize with some relief that there is a bird out there for me； there is another person； not necessarily a lover perhaps just a friend； but there is someone out there who is my soul mate。 I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together； what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth； a little understanding of my physical being。 He has only； a little piece of me。
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新年沉思
艾倫·吉德曼
與陌生人擦肩而過時，我們中的大部分人會將眼睛轉向別處。假如有人停下腳步，幫一位婦女哄哄她的孩子或者幫她把食品搬上樓梯，一定會被別人當作另類。在排隊乘地鐵或乘公共汽車時，我們很少給別人讓座。坐在自己的汽車裡，我們寧肯堵車也不會心甘情願地給別人讓路。
平日的這些接觸，當他們怒氣沖天抑或是令人反感時，會大大縮減我們生活中的樂趣；假如它們是令人愉悅的，則會使我們的精神為之一振。可是，當我們坐在家中做出決策時